10:00 p.m. - March 11, 2008
Hither is the yellow line to Chinatown, and yon is the red line to wherever I need to go. Basically, because thatís the way it goes.
So, I got to hear a song that I have known forever and a day. But I never really owned it, so I never took stock of it until recently.
And, well, I was shocked, amazed, stunned, etc.
This tune is a classic rock staple. Anyone growing up in the Midwest or South, or heck, anywhere where classic rock or southern rock was the staple on the radio knows it.
Hereís the chorus. You know it!
Heard it in a love song
Now, I have seen plenty of women folk (and others) bellowing out that chorus, and some get lovey dovey with their significant others during the bellowing of said chourses.
And on first blush, it seems appropriate, if you just deal with the chorus. Because love songs, ďcainít be wrongĒ! (To say it like the Marshall Tucker Band sings itÖ)
Yet, when examining the lyrics of the verses, well, then thereís a disconnect.
I ain't never been with a woman long enough for my boots to get old
Um, so thatís love? Wait. What? Youíre like the best chick in the world for me, but dang it, I gots to move on, mainly BECAUSE of that (as I imply this).
Um, how is this in a LOVE song, anyway?
I'm the kind of man who likes to get away
Oh, thatís nice. Just peachy dude. Just avoid confronting your feelings and take the chickenshit way out of it, and just leave. Youíve done your business, and now yer going.
Heck sheís probably done things for you that she never thought of doing before, and youíre just leaving?
You give dudes a bad name.
But then, thereís Verse Three:
I'm gonna be leavin' at the break of dawn
You sir, are a cad, a phony, a charlatan, a libertine.
Yeesh. Are you even going to call? Text? Email? Smoke signal?
This, my friends, is a weak, spineless man. Confront your fears, dude. Thatís the only way to mental health.
But thereís a Verse Four, for some God-forsaken reason:
I never had a damn thing, but what I had I had to leave it behind
Dude, THIS COULD BE THE ONE! But youíre moving on? What will you do? You know, jobs just donít grow on trees. What were you doing? Sponging off of her? Dealing? Hustling? How can you just up and go without a severance? Do you at least have COBRA? Címon dude, answers!
So, the next time some drunken chicas are howling the chorus to this song, kick them in the shins and have them listen to the words.
But make sure you sing along during the chours, because, well, that still kicks ass.
CAINíT BE WRONG!